Hey all! As this is the Kagepro fandom, I'll use my tumblr alias! Mira here, wassup my homies. I'll be posting all of those one-shots (that I can find...) that I've been writing since August! Genre will range! Enjoy!

- Mira


Shintaro sat, leaning back against his chair with a bored expression on his face. Behind him two girls chattered as they walked into the classroom, closing the door behind them with quiet shromp. Life really was boring, everyday meshing in with the next, a monotonous routine he could not escape from. Nothing ever changed, same seat, same classmates, same perfect scores. Glancing down at the textbook opened in front of him, he reached a hand out to touch the printed words. He already knew all of this, what was the point? Life seemed meaningless, really…

Closing his eyes, he thought back to his previous school years, and to the classmate sitting to his left. That was another thing that never changed, the two always happened to be seated next to each other every year. Though, the classmate herself was a different story.

He was brought out of his thoughts by their teacher explaining he was handing back the tests they had taken last week. Shintaro stared lazily around the room as the tests were handed out, waiting for his turn. The score he had gotten was already obvious to him, the same as always, but he supposed he would have to at least get the test from the teacher, he didn't want to seem rude. Once his name was called he stood up and slowly made his way to the front of the room, ignoring as the teacher praised him on his score and taking the paper. He mumbled a little, "It was nothing…" before returning back to his seat next to her.

She was called up next, and was taken up with an energetic air to her. The teacher shook his head at her score, but handed it back without a word. Nothing about her seemed to change as she was once again returned to her seat, but it was obvious she had done poorly. Another thing that never changed.

As the teacher continued to hand back the papers, she must have asked him a question, because he turned to face her. Shintaro had been glancing down at his paper, not surprised in the least by the 100% written at the top when he had been interrupted. He answered, "If you're asking about my results…well, they're fine I guess," he said, looking back at the perfect score mark.

His classmate grinned, looking abashed as she had her test under her, the score clearly visible. Shintaro looked down at it, as he had suspected it was a bad grade. He almost sighed, really, she needed to start studying more.

Class continued on, but Shintaro wasn't paying attention. Next to him, his classmate sat distracted as well. Shintaro felt no need to pay attention, he already knew everything anyway, she on the other hand probably should be. He felt no need to correct her, though, it wasn't really his business. Shifting his eyes towards the window, he stared out blankly, wondering what the point of life was. He must have muttered his thoughts aloud, because he was soon snapped out of his thoughts by his classmate's answer. He repeated what she had said to him, blinking in a trance-like confusion, "…'Hey, if that's how it is, then that's really…boring…?'" he repeated. She smiled at him, a paper crane of her test being held out to him.

After the first half of classes, during lunch, Shintaro found himself on the roof. Clutching onto the metal gate keeping him from falling off, he stared off into the distance as the wind blew his hair across his face. Sometimes he just wanted to…disappear. To leave behind this boring world and move on, find something interesting. So far, he had been unable to see a thing great and new, puzzling and exciting about this world. Thinking back to his time at home, he realized life was boring there to. He sat on his bed in the dark for the majority, listening to his cellphone ringing but ignoring the call. Everything about his life screamed he was a coldhearted fool, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was true, after all.

After school he returned to the roof once again, holding the remains of his test paper. He had ripped it up earlier, wondering, if he didn't have the brains he had would anything change? Shintaro went to the non-fenced side, cradling the pieces in his hands. A few moments of silence, and he let them loose, flying away with the wind into the world he could not be a part of. Even if someone told him a "miracle" he would easily be able to figure out how it was done.

Reaching a hand out, he grasped onto one of the loose pieces of paper, holding it out in front of him. Ironically enough, it was the part with the 100% on it, how typical. Staring at the piece of paper, he muttered to himself, "Even if I were to die right now, someone would easily replace me," there was nothing special about him minus his brain. He was just as dull and boring as the rest of the world, but he had the ability to figure things out that separated him from it.

He was shocked out of his thoughts when someone came behind him, splashing some soda on him. Looking behind him, he was greeted by the grinning face of his classmate, telling him not to say such things.

Days kept going by nothing changing. He walked into class one summer day, noticing his seatmate was absent. She was probably sick, he thought to himself, but couldn't help the prickle on unease at the back of his head. Behind him, two girls stood, one of them drinking a soda while the other chattered on. He tried to ignore them, thinking about his next test grade, but it was to no avail. Already knowing what you are going to get does that too you. He stopped his thoughts as the girl finished drinking, throwing the can away into the recycling bin. His eyes widened as he watched this action, staring in horror and shock as the can disappeared into the bin.

The days continued, his seatmate not returning again. He felt like he was in an artificial world, a dark expression covering his face. What if someone had already forgotten her bright and shiny self? Or her bright red signature clothing? He pictured them in his mind as he glanced over at the empty desk next to him. He spoke to himself, looking up and out the window next to the now empty seat, "The window next to the vacant seat, will anything be reflected from it?" he mumbled. No matter how hard he had tried to understand her, he had never been able to. Spitefully, he looked down at his test, a perfect score marked on it once again.

Standing up, Shintaro walked out of the classroom, unable to take it anymore. Perhaps if he had been able to understand her, she would have lived longer. He thought back to the day he had spied her sitting alone in the classroom during lunch, water rolling from her at an alarming pace. When he went home from class that day, he followed his usual routine of sitting in the darkness with his phone out.

This time he received no calls. It was then that it hit him that the other really was gone. Holding his expression, he turned his phone off, realizing he had done wrong. She may have always been bright and shiny, but what if underneath it her sweetness had gone bad? Had she been hiding it under her usual self?

Shintaro returned to the school one more time, holding the paper crane she had given him in his hand. Looking at the window, he noticed another crane was hidden, one made from the ripped remains of his former test. His eyes widened in shock, a single tear leaking from one eye. There he vowed, he would never forget her presence. Ever. It was a promise.

Walking away from the school, he left behind the two cranes, adding one from his newest test. He had something he had to do.

Meanwhile, days later, his classmates whispered amongst themselves during their break. "Where did Shintaro go?" one of the girls asked, clutching a paper crane in her hand, "I made him another crane!"

Her classmates shook their heads and shrugged, "Sorry, Ayano, he just disappeared. He had been acting strange lately though. For some reason, he was always looking at that soda can on your desk."

"He was?" she asked, blinking in surprise. That's strange, she had only been out sick for a few days…

"Yeah, he was acting like it was you or something," one of the other female's in the class responded. "I think he missed you so much he tricked his brain into imagining it was you," she laughed. "I kept giving him the paper cranes you made him, but he acted like the soda made them. I even tried splashing him with soda, but it didn't work. And when I went to collect your test he acted like it was the soda!" she continued. "So we decided to drink the soda to try and help him, but I guess he thought we killed you?"

"Ah, that's…" Ayano laughed, sweating a bit at that. Was Shintaro really okay?

"He must really like you if he would imagine a soda can was you when you were only out for a few days!" another one of the girls squealed.

"Is that so?" Ayano laughed, blushing a bit. "Well, I guess I better go check on him," she said, waving goodbye as she began to walk away. She was going to go to his house to make sure he was quite alright, maybe he had caught her cold?

"Have fun with your husband!" her friends called with teasing smiles adorning all of their faces.

A lone soda can sat in the recycling bin crying to itself as it slowly died. How it missed Shintaro, oh, if only…

THE END